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Surprisingly, Akaashi is able to focus on the words in front of him with no distracton. Bokuto is pressed up against him, leaving absolutely no space between them; feet tangled around Akaashi's ankles, strong arms wrapped around his torso with a hand flat against his stomach, and his face buried into Akaashi's hair and neck, condensation forming on the omega's skin from breath alone. And yet Bokuto is completely still, only moving to nose against Akaashi's neck or gently thumb across his soft stomach.
Normally, this behavior would be concerning, but this is how Bokuto tends to be during his ruts. For the first part, anyway.
This wasn't completely unexpected; Bokuto, as oblivious as he may seem, knows his body pretty well, and knows when to expect his ruts. But it didn't stop him from reverting into a helpless mess when he felt a heat wave wash over his skin, something burning coiling up in his gut, tight and ready to burst. All he had to do was whimper Akaashi's name. The omega could smell it before his gaze turned up from the desk. There were no questions. Akaashi followed procedure, bringing his novel along as he guided Bokuto, pressed up close against him, to the bedroom where the pair have ended up.
Akaashi's heats and Bokuto's ruts haven't synced up yet. It can take a while for new mates to adjust to each other's cycles, ranging from a few short months to a year- or rarely, never. Truthfully Akaashi and Bokuto had only bonded a few months ago, despite being joined at the hip for several years already. There was a lot of denial, but there was a lot of hope, and when Bokuto had just a little bit too much to drink, things came together with very minimal mess, wrapped up in a neat bow.
They were fools for dragging it out.
But they made it, and they're here.
Bokuto takes care of Akaashi during his heats, and Akaashi takes care of Bokuto's ruts, taking turns until they eventually one day sync up. Sometimes they think it's easier this way, when at least one of them has a clear head and knows exactly what to do. Like now. In the beginning stages of figuring out the other's cycles, Akaashi found that Bokuto didn't need much. He just needed this. He needed to be with his omega, pressed up in his scent, holding him, protecting him. Much like Akaashi's heats, Bokuto's ruts start out slow, building up pressure deep inside, making every touch feel so much hotter, each breath more heavy. Eventually, it unravels. Until it does, the alpha just needs to be with his omega.
Akaashi takes the moment of silence as an opportunity to read for his class, because he knows he'll be interrupted here very soon.
Akaashi isn't sure if he feels it or smells it first. It all sort of happens at once. A spicy, citrusy, powerful scent encases the pair like a blanket. Bokuto inhales sharply, his hand suddenly moving up underneath Akaashi's shirt to paw at his skin, and rolls his hips, almost hesitantly, against Akaashi's ass. He's hard. Though, due to their proximity, Akaashi could feel his partner's length swelling over time.
"Keiji," Bokuto mumbles, almost breathless against the back of Akaashi's neck, a sort of urgency in his voice.
Akaashi doesn't need any convincing, moving quickly to remove his glasses and place them and his novel on the nightstand in front of him. When his hand finds Bokuto's, it's like he's given him silent permission to continue.
Bokuto grinds up into Akaashi with a shaky moan while his hand drags down to the omega's hips, back up again and then down once more, palm splayed against smooth skin. Every touch is hot, leaving Akaashi's skin burning. And yet he still shivers. His hips tilt back to meet Bokuto's, softly gasping at the alpha's lips and tongue mapping out patterns along his neck. Most of the focus is on Akaashi's scent glands, and Bokuto noses against the bond mark he's left there as well. He's quick to dip his hand into Akaashi's sweatpants, fingers slipping in between his legs with no hesitation, and Akaashi has to fight against the urge to squeeze his legs together when Bokuto starts rubbing with unfairly skilled movements. Akaashi is wet from Bokuto's scent alone, although each time Bokuto's erection presses into his ass he feels arousal sneaking further into his gut.
Akaashi instead untangles his outer leg from Bokuto's so he can give his partner easier access, and Bokuto wastes no time slipping fingers into him, made easy by plenty of slick. Akaashi gasps as his eyes flutter shut, his own hand becoming busy as he reaches behind himself to thread through Bokuto's hair. Bokuto never leaves his spot though, his teeth having found his omega's ear to gently graze, not providing a distraction from the way his fingers slide in and out so easily. It never fails to make Akaashi shiver and this is no exception.
Bokuto's fingers curl up hard against a particular spot that has Akaashi moaning low in his throat. Something shifts, and Akaashi's hazy mind is still clear enough for him to think; he can tell that Bokuto has given into his rut now, given into his urges to sink into the warm body melded to him. Akaashi is cooperative and wriggles his hips up and around so Bokuto can pull his sweatpants down far enough to access his hole, and when Akaashi has finished positioning his hips so Bokuto can easily slip into him, he realizes the alpha has already freed his hard cock from the confines of his own pants, hot, heavy, and dripping against Akaashi's thigh.
"Koutarou," Akaashi gasps. It's more of a plead. Permission, perhaps. Bokuto has no problem taking it as permission because he latches his teeth to the side of Akaashi's neck and slips into his wet heat with ease. Being filled up knocks the breath out of Akaashi's lungs and he has to force himself to take a breath. He holds it, releases it in a moan, and it's taken as another signal because, with it, Bokuto drags his hips back and slams forward with a groan.
"Oh fuck," Akaashi whispers, eyes snapping open. He always thinks he's used to Bokuto's size, used to the way his alpha carves through his insides with each thrust. The truth is that Akaashi feels like each thrust into him is the very first. It's always hard to breathe when Bokuto fucks him, air knocked out of his lungs with every thrust. But Bokuto is going easy, for now- going slow. He lingers deep inside Akaashi before he pulls back out and slams in again. Akaashi can barely feel the way his alpha's steady palm grips his hips to keep him in place, even though he's sure he'll end up bruising because of it. Akaashi's hand find Bokuto's hair again and he pulls, choking on his breath before releasing it in another low, shaking moan.
It just serves as another signal. Bokuto speeds up, fucks into Akaashi harder, bed starting to shake beneath them as the alpha starts using his strength properly now. Akaashi can't think clearly enough anymore to remind himself to breathe, and when he does breathe, sucking in heavy, spicy air that just gets him more and more drunk, it's forced out of him in the form of a moan. One that he can't hide.
Akaashi can barely hear himself, anyway. Bokuto's breath is loud and hot against his ear and behind his head, low growls and moans rumbling in his chest and Akaashi can feel it in the form of heat between his legs. He doesn't have to see Bokuto's face to know his eyes are glazed over, brows drawn while his teeth search for new skin to sink into. Akaashi isn't much better. His alpha's scent has already gotten to his head. Grasped his brain, tossed out the pieces that aren't important for being fucked. Being bred.
Bokuto suddenly comes to a stop. He's deep inside Akaashi, hips pressed up against his ass, and the contact burns deliciously, but the alpha is so deep that Akaashi can only feel something clawing in his lungs. He realizes he's in need of air when Bokuto releases a hot breath of his own, a shuddering sigh against Akaashi's nape. But he's not finished. Akaashi knows better than that.
Bokuto withdraws, only for the purpose of rolling the two of them over so Akaashi is face down on the bed, his alpha on top and still pressed up against him enough to be suffocating. But it makes Akaashi draw a breath, gives him a second to actually breathe and soothe the ache in his lungs. His mind hasn't cleared up. He just feels so safe, Bokuto's warmth all around him. Inside of him.
Bokuto uses his elbows as leverage to prop himself up so he isn't completely crushing Akaashi, something Akaashi is silently thankful for. Bokuto is so much deeper like this, though. He's sandwiched between the bed and Bokuto's hips, and Akaashi knows that ruts can't trigger heats but he seriously considers himself to be the exception because the pressure against his sweet spot sends heat waves rolling through him, crashing through his core and tightening. One movement will burst it.
Whether Bokuto knows this or not, Akaashi isn't sure, but he has to know because, when Bokuto slides out again with the intention of picking back up where he left off, he pauses right before sinking in with a harsh snap of his hips.
Akaashi is thankful for the pillow he's buried his face in. His moan is a shout, strangled in the back of his throat as he cums. Lightning fires through his body, bursting from deep within and fizzling out through the bond mark on his neck. For a moment all he feels is the haze in his head and the explosions in his body before Bokuto's growl crawls through, and it all seems to disappear in his resulting shiver and the way his body subsequently moves with the rhythm of his alpha's hips again.
Were it not Bokuto's rut, Akaashi knows his alpha would stop and wait for him to recover before continuing. But Akaashi's orgasm, his pulsing, squeezing hole is too tempting for Bokuto to ignore. He fucks into Akaashi hard, bed bouncing underneath them, thick cock driving deep into his womb with only one purpose. It's just the right spot, every thrust pushing stars behind Akaashi's eyes, leaving him breathless and unable to do anything but choke on his moans he's decided to muffle into the pillow. Bokuto is much too far gone for anything to bring him back, and Akaashi's trust never once wavers. His alpha's cock is hitting him in places he didn't know he could reach, so deep it has to be impossible. Akaashi can't argue. Won't argue. He can feel Bokuto's knot swelling, can feel the vibrations of Bokuto's growls against his chest.
"Kou-" Akaashi attempts, voice so strangled it doesn't sound like his own. "A-alpha-"
The omega's blubbering is for nothing. Bokuto answers in a growl that makes Akaashi think that he's hit orgasm again just from the way his gut seems to rip apart. Which each thrust, becoming more desperate and out of tempo, Akaashi feels his alpha's knot swelling, catching, and it mirrors the feeling of something foreign swelling and catching in his chest.
Bokuto's final, deep thrust into Akaashi definitely rips a second orgasm from him this time. The alpha's knot prevents him from pulling out any futher, but he doesn't need to. He's cumming, buried so deep into Akaashi, hot, thick cum pumping into him so hard the omega swears he can feel it pooling in his stomach. What's more, Bokuto has sunken his teeth into Akaashi's neck and broken skin. The pleasure of being knotted and bred is enough to drown out the pain. The two of them are completely still, time stopping for one short moment, before the world resumes and it all comes down from the high.
Bokuto gently retracts his teeth, gazing, unfocused, at the additional and unnecessary bond mark he's left in a very similar position to the first one. Akaashi is forced to relax as his body goes limp, and he only turns his face to the side so he can breathe. His lungs ache, and it's no wonder. Most of his limited air supply went to moaning and choking syllables of Bokuto's name. Bokuto's arms become weak and he can't prop himself up anymore, falling on top of his partner with a quiet huff. It only takes a few seconds before he's helping adjust Akaashi to lie on their sides again, finding a position that allows them to breathe but not interfering with Bokuto's knot.
Bokuto noses against Akaashi's hair, kissing his neck, and the omega winces when he realizes the dull, stinging pain. It's familiar, though. An elegant, albeit shaking hand covers Bokuto's where it comes to rest on his stomach again.
They both sigh in unison.
"Keiji," Bokuto mumbles, low, husky, gentle, warm. Akaashi realizes the spicy taste in the air is much less suffocating, but Bokuto's scent is present around him. Safe. Akaashi purrs. It's a low vibration in his chest but his alpha presses his palm against his heart, feeling. He smiles against Akaashi's neck.
"Okay?" Akaashi asks, although he has to swallow first, and his voice is broken. He isn't surprised. Bokuto sighs and raises his head so he can kiss his partner's cheekbone. Akaashi's head turns to meet his alpha's gaze.
"Wonderful," Bokuto answers. He lifts his hand to brush curly raven locks from the omega's forehead before it returns to his chest. "You?"
"Great."
Akaashi shuts his eyes but he knows Bokuto is smiling at him. Staring at him warmly. After a second the alpha returns to his place behind Akaashi. It feels right.
"Thanks for taking care of me," Bokuto mumbles sleepily. Akaashi finds the remark silly but he smiles fondly anyways. "You're the best. I love you."
Something warm blooms inside of Akaashi's chest and radiates down through his legs. Bokuto must feel it because he gives Akaashi a gentle, loving squeeze. He doesn't need to say anything in response. Bokuto knows.
"I hope we sync up soon," the alpha continues. Akaashi is not surprised that Bokuto continues to talk. Being sleepy has never stopped him before. His mind has cleared temporarily from knotting Akaashi, but he'll soon slip back into a haze again as his rut takes over once more. "But even if it never happens that's okay. I like this. I like being with you."
There's a flutter in Akaashi's chest that he thought would stop appearing by now. But with Bokuto, it would never go away.